The title of this blog post is what I needed to kick back into gear. (Well, those things and for my new co-workers to speak to me, which several did today. Yay!)
Last night Matt and I were feeling low. After work at 5 p.m. we took nap. But then we hauled our asses up, hit the gym and then went to this little hole in the wall place called Andre's for pizza, which rocked because it reminded me of some old New York joint. It was cafeteria-ish with bad lighting, a few crying kids and nothing in the way of ambiance. But the place was packed with regulars who seemed to know the staff, and it smelled delicious. It's $5 for a bowl of spaghetti! While we waited for our pizza, we studied this funny mural painted on the wall of Andre, presumably surrounded by famous Italians -- Sophia Loren, Al Pacino, Frank Sinatra, Robert De Niro -- and the woman behind the counter gave me two tastes of their gelato (roasted banana and chocolate). At home we drank wine, ate the pizza and watched the French Open on Tivo. It did wonders.
Tonight, Matt stayed home to do one of his favorite things - sleep. And I met my friend Tobias to see what the L.A. version of The Moth is like (it's an urban storytelling group that started in NYC.) Let's just say it was not New York. But Tobias and I had a great talk, we left early to have tea down the street, and I blasted the radio and didn't get lost on the way home. All and all, a success.
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I say there's not much a glass of red wine and good Italian food can't cure - for the time being anyway.
Let's experiment with the curative powers of Maui margaritas and ahi tuna, next.
Can't wait to see you in your spanky new swim shorts. I've upgraded to board shorts, myself.
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